only eight weeks left...

It's hard to believe that in less than sixty days, the little Latta could be here. Seems like only yesterday I had to go out and buy my first bottle of prenatal vitamins on my way home from the health department. Everything is pretty much ready for him, but I'm not sure we are! The apprehension and the nesting have set in!

The nesting is pretty hardcore. I didn't realize it would hit me all of a sudden that my house and all things baby just are not clean enough. Well, the house is pretty clean...our room just isn't. At least, I don't think so. Daniel seems to have absolutely NO problem with it. He only takes interest in my inane cleaning process when I keep stealing his socks to wash. Especially when he is wearing them...

growing and growing...

All the baby clothes and blankets have been washed and we are ready! I really can't wait until he's here and I can start addressing these posts to him. I mean, I love you guys but still...

:)

My death in the form of a cold, and other updates.

Being as pregnant as I am, I'm already pretty miserable (most of the time). I can't sleep on my back, I have to pee all the time, and I constantly want to eat things that aren't in my house. Now, to top it off, I have a cold.

I'm pretty sure it came from the hospital, ironically. I was there a few days ago with a special little thing called a gallstone. I am now on a low-fat diet (which is pretty much zero fat) and can no longer breathe through my nose. Or hear anything. Or sit through a television show without coughing up a lung. Every time I cough I know I scare the little Latta because I promptly get a swift kick in the ribs/bladder!

He should appreciate my efforts to cure this cold, especially when I can't take hardly any cold medicine. My doctor's appointment Monday cannot come soon enough.

this is how I feel. via I Can Has Cheezburger.

Milestones to mark:

1) My baby shower went fantastic! It's nice to know so many people love me and the wee baby William. We now have pretty much everything we need, besides some more diapers and wipes. The highlight of the shower had to be the games. Chugging apple juice out of a baby bottle has never been more hilarious.

2) I've started having some Braxton-Hicks contractions (also known as fake ones)! I didn't know what they were until I went to my first childbirth class and the nurse explained how they felt. It's kinda cool to know that my body is preparing to bring William into the world, even if we still have ten weeks to go! Which is also terrifying.

the nightly dance of the little latta.

As I sit here in bed, awake partially because of the Coke I drank and waiting for Daniel to get home, I am constantly watching my belly. It's pretty much all I do. I would sometimes rather watch my belly than watch television. Unless Vampire Diaries is on. If so, baby can wait. It's just so wonderful to see William move around in there, sticking out his butt or poking at my belly button region with little feet/hands (I really don't know which is which yet; I only assume). I certainly hope that he is this wiggly and cute once he gets here!

Sometimes I make a game of it. I poke the belly or give it a few taps just to see if William decides to answer. Sometimes he does; sometimes he doesn't. God forbid you try and tickle me. William will let you know that he doesn't like it! It's also pretty hilarious to have Daniel sleep with his arm around my stomach and have William kick him in the arm over and over again until he moves. He's very protective of his mama :)

I know that many of my friends haven't had babies yet, partially because I am a bit ahead of the curve, but there's nothing like seeing and feeling someone you have helped create move around inside you. It's like their little way of telling you they are there, without you ever having to see them.

A kick in the ribs makes for a good alarm clock.

I have been so busy with school and baby shopping that I have forgotten to post. So here's an update:

So far, the little Latta has taken me from wearing cute skinny jeans to leggings-as-pants. you call this against all fashion rules, I call it saving you from seeing me in my pajamas at the grocery store (which lets face it, around here, not uncommon). I have also quit my job, making me feel a THOUSAND times better. Once baby William gets here, I will be sure to look for another. However, not in any rush whatsoever...

William is getting bigger every day, moving and wiggling his way towards my ribs. They have become his new favorite plaything. It only really happens when I sleep, or I try to sleep, or when I'm sitting down watching television. 

So pretty much all the time.

the progression so far!

I am also more hungry than I have ever been! I didn't realize the third trimester would lead to me rummaging through my fridge at all hours like some sort of raccoon. It's just my attempt to gain weight (who ever thought gaining weight wouldn't be a good thing has obviously never carried a baby. I am quickly learning this.) It's hard to believe that he will be here in just a few more months! My baby shower is coming up, and then it will be a mad dash to get everything else that I didn't get in order to prepare for his arrival. I have never had more fun, yet been more stressed, in my entire life.

Well, back to eating and sleeping. <3